Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"I just think I should help you choose, what do you think?"

What if she's not a good woman?

Renis stared intently at Viserys, who was also somewhat troubled. What was Renis keeping an eye on for him?

Viserys knew better than anyone what Arianne had become, but for now she was just a girl not much older than Reines.

"She's your older sister..."

Viserys offered a friendly reminder.

"If you... if you don't want to give in, then forget it..."

Renis's expression immediately darkened upon hearing his words. She glanced at Viserys before looking away and whispering.

Even if I was just being delusional.

"well..."

Upon seeing Renis's reaction, Viserys quickly raised his hands in surrender.

He was most afraid of seeing Renis like this; it was even more unbearable than seeing her as a troublemaker.

"Do whatever you want."

Viserys sighed helplessly and shook his head, but then smiled.

He really didn't know what Renis would be like when she grew up.

Will she still be this lively and mischievous? Or will she change?

Viserys then glanced at the silver-haired little girl who had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines. Daenerys, however, was confused and didn't understand what the two were arguing about.

She then took another bite of the bland hard-boiled egg in her hand, the yolk sticking to her teeth and rubbing a little onto her nose, but the girl didn't notice at all.

Viserys reached out and wiped the egg yolk off his sister's nose, silently thinking to himself.

He didn't know if Renis would change.

However, Daenerys' personality did change drastically as she grew up.

He even became somewhat stubborn, even insane, like his father and Viserys in the original timeline.

However, this may be related to the fact that her mother, Leila, took a large amount of hallucinogens while she was pregnant with her on Dragonstone.

Perhaps it is also related to the ups and downs she experienced in her later life.

However… it won’t happen again in this lifetime.

Chapter 192 Departure

Then a period of time passed in the blink of an eye.

The new year is approaching.

Andalus also had celebrations for the new year, while Pentos held an even bigger feast.

Furthermore, the invitations specifically targeted exiled figures in Essos, including the Young Dragon Lord who claimed the Iron Throne, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, the Son of the Sun, the Apostle of the Seven Gods, the Guardian of Andalus, and so on—a long list of titles that practically filled the invitation.

Pentos extended a very grand invitation to Viserys to attend the grand event in Pentos, and Viserys did not refuse.

Then, a month before he turned sixteen, just like before, he set off for Pentos with a cavalry force of over two hundred men, including more than a hundred knights, archers, horns, and blacksmiths.

This time, Viserys did not lead a large force of several thousand men to Pentos, because his army had already arrived in Goldoho ahead of time, ready to begin construction of the Fortress of Souls.

Merchants traveling between Pentos and Norfos, Kohor, and even those who dared to sell their goods as far as the Dothraki Sea had all discovered this army, flying the Targaryen three-headed dragon banner, stationed here.

Therefore, Viserys did not make a big fuss, but only took a little over two hundred people and set off from Andalus to another city-state.

However, a few unremarkable faces appeared in his guard. Ramsay Snow, the bastard son of the Earl of Dreadfort, wore light leather armor and a black hood, and rode a black horse alongside Viserys.

The underground organization he now heads, the 'Internal Affairs Department,' has expanded from five people to more than twenty.

When they weren't on missions, these people mingled in the streets and alleys of Andalus, in taverns and brothels, and even among thieves and other low-level organizations.

The gray areas hidden beneath the surface of this city are where information flows most frequently, and are closer to the grassroots.

Because Rams had lived with the stinky guys, he didn't mind the filth and could even get along well with the rats in the sewers, calling each other brothers. He quickly carved out a territory in the gray areas of Andalus.

However, no one knew that this ruthless and even perverted man actually possessed the most innocent identity, and even had direct access to the heavens, allowing him to contact the owner of this castle directly.

For some reason, Viserys brought Ramsay Bolton with him on his trip to Pentos this time.

Ramsay, wearing a black hood and with his head down, was almost impossible to see his face. He silently followed Viserys, like a hunting dog waiting for its prey.

Viserys sat on his horse, his body swaying slightly with the horse's gait, surrounded by a group of cavalrymen, the long procession stretching far along the road.

The procession was not moving very fast, as if they were leisurely on a picnic.

If it weren't for the recent sudden drop in temperature, causing their breath to turn into white mist, and the fact that these soldiers weren't wearing armor and holding up gleaming spears, they would look even more like a group outing.

"Rams, have you taken care of the task I asked you to do a while ago?"

Viserys, who was sitting leisurely on his horse, turned his head and spoke.

"Yes, please rest assured."

Rams' face remained hidden under the hood, but he slightly raised his head, exhaling white mist from the hood, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.

He will come to see you at the scheduled time and place.

Since taking on this job, Rams feels that his abilities have improved a lot, and he seems to have found a direction that suits his development.

He used to enjoy torturing people, hoping to prove to others through such cruel means that he was a 'real Bolton' and not a lowly bastard.

However, no matter how cruel or insane Ramsay was at that time, no one else considered him a 'real Bolton'. Instead, they all stayed away from him and regarded him as a disgusting monster.

Rams was once lost and confused, unsure of what the future held.

Perhaps... as long as his brother lives, he will never become a 'real Bolton'.

Rams found the real answer, but before he could implement his plan, his father sent him to the other side of the sea.

Ramsay was grateful that he had seized this opportunity at that time; his king, Viserys Targaryen III, had given him another correct path.

At first, he didn't know where to start, but once he figured out the right path, he became completely absorbed in it.

He enjoyed the feeling of secretly monitoring, eavesdropping, and knowing all the secrets.

On the surface, these seemingly glamorous jazz musicians are actually disgusting beasts who only know how to grovel on women's bellies.

Rams stood quietly outside their window, watching them with calm eyes, as if he were watching two pigs in his mother's pigsty mating.

He enjoyed the feeling of having all the secrets, and even the idea of ​​being a 'real Bolton' vanished.

of course.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be Bolton; rather, he hoped that one day... that old man would kneel at his feet and beg him to become Bolton.

That kind of scene...

That will be very interesting.

Madness gleamed on the gloomy face beneath the hood.

...

Then.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Viserys' cavalry traversed most of the Andas Plain and arrived at a crucial turning point on one of the two roads leading to Pentos.

You can see a sharp, protruding area on the map, located on the west side of Velvet Hill.

Viserys planned to build a sentinel tower here, along with a small naval port, primarily to guard against a surprise attack by the royal fleet across the Narrow Sea.

At this moment, the movement here is faster than that of the Heroes' Fortress, mainly because the resistance here is not great, and the threat to Pentos is not as direct as that of the Heroes' Fortress.

The construction of the Fortress of Heroes was like a sword pressed against Pentos's throat, while the Sentinel Tower was at best a chair that sat at your doorstep day and night, watching you.

The threats posed by these two are different.

And here.

A large ship without any flags was silently moored on the shore, seemingly having been waiting there for a long time.

An elderly man, dressed in tattered clothes and with gray hair, stood quietly at the bow of the boat, holding onto the railing.

Looking into the distance, one sees a cavalry unit approaching like a long snake, carrying a three-headed dragon banner.

Chapter 193 Arrival

In the year 291 of the Aegonian calendar, a new year has begun.

A heavy snow fell.

In this vast white world, a troop of cavalrymen clad in heavy armor, with animal skins draped over their armor, appeared on the main road.

The horse's hooves pounded through the deep snow, slowly making their way towards the magnificent city that appeared on the horizon in the distance.

"His Majesty."

Amidst the swirling snow, a guard following Viserys shielded his eyes from the falling snowflakes, squinted, and strained to see through the white expanse, gazing at the distant, faintly visible giant city. He then turned and exhaled white breath.

"Pantos is almost here."

Viserys, riding a white horse, wore thick deerskin gloves, gripped the reins tightly, and squinted slightly as he gazed into the distance, snowflakes falling onto his long eyelashes.

"Ah."

He then pressed the saddle and turned his head.

"Everyone, give it your all, and when we get to Pentos, I guarantee we'll have both fine wine and beautiful women."

"Haha."

As Viserys finished speaking, the soldiers in the ranks all smiled, their fatigue and cold seemingly swept away.

They knew, of course, that Viserys was joking.

However, this down-to-earth young king made them feel more real and supportive.

He was like a blazing sun; his personal charisma was so dazzling that everyone couldn't help but actively unite around him, whether they were Andals or Loyna people.